The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (Bella and scott) novel Chapter 91

**When Midnight Winds Carry Secrets Toward Worlds Yet Unknown**
**Chapter 91**

**Bella**

Even before I peeled my eyes open, an undeniable awareness settled over me. I could feel him there, right beside me.

My soul had attuned itself to Scott, and my body had developed a subtle, instinctive recognition of him, the man who held my heart. I nestled closer, resting my cheek against the warmth of his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my skin. In his sleep, Scott made a soft sound, a gentle hum that resonated in the quiet of the morning, and instinctively, his arm tightened around my waist, pulling me nearer. It was as if he couldn’t stand even a fraction of space between us. I let out a soft sigh, feeling anchored in his embrace.

Time slipped by, and I drifted in and out of dreams until I felt him shift behind me. A rush of heat surged through me as I became aware of his very hard cock pressing against me, a subconscious act that stirred something deep inside. His breath, warm and tantalizing, caressed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. The heat radiating from him seeped into my lower back, igniting a primal instinct within me. Without fully thinking, my hand moved, reaching for the edge of his boxers, slipping my fingers beneath the fabric.

His reaction was immediate. He let out a low, rough exhale, his hips instinctively pushing forward into my hand. I could feel the desperate need radiating from his body, the tension that had built up over days filled with danger and turmoil, leaving him craving release.

“Bella…” His voice emerged as a strained whisper, heavy with sleep yet laced with an undeniable need that sent a thrill through me.

I began to stroke him slowly, feeling the weight of his desire in my hand. He buried his face against my shoulder, a low growl vibrating through my skin, a sound that echoed his longing. His hand found mine, guiding my movements while allowing me to set the pace, a silent agreement between us.

As I continued to stroke him, my other hand found its way to cup his balls. They were soft and warm, and I squeezed them gently, eliciting a buck from his body. “I need you…” he whimpered, and a surge of power coursed through me at the effect I had on him. It was intoxicating.

I quickened my pace, circling my finger over his slit, teasing him with measured strokes. One, two, and—

He came undone with a sharp, broken sound that erupted from deep within his chest. It was a release of tension, hunger, and relief all at once, a symphony of emotions crashing over us. He pulled me into an intense kiss afterward, gathering me into his arms as though I were the most precious treasure in his world. I melted into him, surrendering to the warmth of his embrace, and soon drifted back to sleep, cocooned in his possessive hold.

When morning light finally broke through, we awoke late, the world outside still cloaked in a soft hush. I blinked awake first, realizing I was sprawled over him like a cozy blanket. His arms were still locked around me, a fortress of warmth and safety. As I shifted, I felt the undeniable pressure of his cock pressing between my legs, and a rush of embarrassment washed over me.

Scott’s eyes were already open, watching me with a smirk that hinted at mischief.

“Seriously?” I whispered, mortified by the situation.

He chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eyes. “I know you want it.”

“Scott!” My cheeks flushed crimson, a mix of embarrassment and something else entirely.

With a lazy stretch, he resembled a satisfied cat, completely unperturbed by my reaction. “Good morning to you too, love.”

Before I could muster a response, the small voices of my pups echoed from the kitchen, their demands for breakfast cutting through the moment. Flustered, I scrambled out of bed, leaving him chuckling behind me as I rushed to the kitchen.

In the bustling heart of our home, I found Cindy struggling to keep up with two overly enthusiastic four-year-olds. I busied myself preparing their plates while they tugged at my pajama shirt, their chatter a delightful cacophony. After breakfast, Cindy whisked them away for a bath, granting me a precious moment to breathe.

As I wiped down the counter, I felt a heavy gaze upon me. Turning, I found Scott leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, clad only in loose pajama pants that hung dangerously low on his hips. His smoldering gaze ignited a fire within me, sending heat coursing straight through my core.

“What are you staring at?” I muttered, trying to sound nonchalant, but my heart raced.

“You,” he replied softly, his voice low and teasing. “I had this dream once… of my mate in my home, in my kitchen, cooking for me. Pregnant with my pups.”

What happened next was a blur. Out of nowhere, a thunderous crash echoed through the air. A massive creature, towering eight feet tall and covered in dark fur, slammed into the car from the side. Metal crumpled around his arm like it was nothing, and with an impossible show of strength, he lifted the vehicle and hurled it into a nearby tree.

My knees buckled beneath me, and I felt Cindy grab the twins, pulling them back, but my eyes remained glued to the beast.

He ripped the driver’s door open with a single hand, dragging Tasha out as though she weighed nothing. She shrieked, kicking wildly, but his fist closed around her throat with terrifying ease. His golden eyes blazed with a ferocity that sent chills down my spine, glowing like molten fire, the air around him vibrating with untamed rage.

In one brutal motion, he pierced his claws into her abdomen, yanking out her intestines and stringing them around her neck, hanging her from the highest branch of a tree. Tasha went limp in his grasp, the forest falling silent in the wake of the horror that had just unfolded.

The beast turned toward me, and I froze, my heart racing as I took in the sight of him so close.

He was enormous. His shoulders were as broad as a doorway, his fur thick and rippling like a living shadow. His claws curved like obsidian scythes, and he resembled a wolf on powerful legs—massive, strong. Scott.

He stared at me, his chest heaving, body trembling with the remnants of rage. In that moment, his eyes softened, recognition flickering within their depths. Fear mingled with pain, and a deep, wounded sound rumbled from him—a soft whimper that seemed so out of place for such a terrifying creature.

“Scott…” I whispered, trembling, instinctively stepping forward, drawn to him despite the chaos.

He backed away instantly, shaking his head as if he couldn’t bear for me to see him in this monstrous form. Then, with a heart-wrenching groan, he spun and bolted into the woods, disappearing into the shadows between the trees.

I stood there, shaking and breathless, stunned by the whirlwind of emotions that coursed through me. My knees gave way, and I sank to the ground, my eyes drawn to Tasha’s bloodied body. Bile rose in my throat, and I could no longer contain it. I vomited, the horror of the moment crashing over me like a wave.